Looking around, the frenzied atmosphere of the drow's restless crowd was more than a little stronger than just now.

High Priestess Sexilis was still holding the black-haired man's arm, and when the red-haired girl on the gimbal appeared, she secretly paid attention to the black-haired man's reaction and attitude from time to time.

She felt a little hardness in her chest, and the tension in the muscles of the other arm's arm made the drow girl look down, and the man's hands in black leather clothes were clenched into fists.

Back in his seat, Zhuge was like sitting on a needle carpet, and he pressed the urge to run away. This has nothing to do with feelings, the guys in the audience of the arena are an army with dual powers of magic and martial arts, and the swift dragoons shuttling in the arena will catch up with the guys who are trying to escape in minutes.

What can I do with my current self?

The black-haired man stared at the direction of the gimbal, and because the distance between them was too far, he couldn't clearly see the other party's expression, but for some reason, Zhuge always felt that Mina was always looking in his direction.

Although he had not been here for a long time, the man secretly reviewed what he knew, hoping to find some clues.

But all appearances point the finger at the woman next to the black-haired man—and at first, the kidnapping of him is also extremely suspicious.

"Cecilis, purpose?" The deep gaze under the hood stared indifferently at the High Priest of Drow in the darkness, but the killing intent in it made him tremble slightly involuntarily.

She smiled incredulously, suppressing the premonition in her heart, and Cexilis met the black-haired man's gaze and said, "Do things for me." ”

"Then you use this method?" Zhuge asked rhetorically.

The most important thing at the moment is not to kill all sides and bury herself, but to save Mina from it. The thick chains tied to the other party's body, no one with a discerning eye would think that this treatment was accepted by her voluntarily.

"I confess that I am the one who brought you back. Zhuge looked at the High Priest of Zhuoer in front of him, and the expression shown by the other party was a little complicated, but he didn't have the heart to think about it.

The black-haired man stopped talking nonsense, he turned his head and didn't look at the other party, but tried to pay attention to Mina's every move, as for the communication in his mouth, Zhuge didn't want to talk nonsense to the other party.

"What do you want me to do?"

"On behalf of the Rachel family, participate in the fighting skills. The answer on the other side is also simple and straightforward.

"No one in your family?"

"It's a long story, although it is us who do the work, it is the goddess Rose who instructs. Cecilis loosened herself against the man's posture, and the hard muscles of the other party made her feel a strong discomfort, but the high priest of Drow was reluctant to let go completely, perhaps because of half of her human blood.

Drow continued: "I didn't want to and don't need your understanding, but I just want to make it clear to you. ”

The black-haired man straightened his sitting position, and the red-haired girl on the gimbal didn't look too dangerous right now. At the same time, judging by Sehiris's tone, it seems that the time has not yet come for him to play.

Zhuge stroked the grip of the long sword in his hand, and kept paying attention to the situation on the field, constantly analyzing the requirements and explanations about the high priest of Drow.

The gentleman hides his weapons and waits for the time to move.

"There are ten powerful families in the ranking of Gulrolla, although Rachel is third, but the third can only be the third, and the strength is very different from the second and first. ”

"The gap between the strengths of each individual is insurmountable, and it cannot be bridged simply by manpower. ”

"The Rachel family was still in the top ten at this time last year, and we replaced the Ansel family, but it was all at the will of Goddess Rose. ”

"Turn your hands into clouds, and turn your hands into rain. For Lady Rose, her pleasure is the only basis for judging whether Drow has existential value. And ......"

The black-haired man looked coldly at the High Priest of Drow beside him, and he diverted the topic and said, "And the location and place where we appeared was also told to you by this omnipotent Rose?"

"And that includes her?"

"That's the way it is. The drow High Priestess's expression was still arrogant, but in the eyes of the black-haired man, there seemed to be something different.

For Zhuge , regardless of whether what the other party says is true or not, just listening to the words of one family does not mean that what he expresses is the truth. The black-haired man had his own considerations in his heart when it came to the sophistication of his words—because in the original world, the artistry of the leaders' speech had long surpassed these superficial tricks.

After a long period of exposure to it, the black-haired man naturally became another expert in "lies".

"It seems that this goddess Rose thinks very highly of me?" Zhuge asked casually. When he understood the direction in which he was being used, the dark-haired man tried to relax his emotions as much as possible, he had his own little abacus.

Under the hint of the black-haired man's words, Cehelis couldn't help but fall silent. Regardless of the reaction of the Drow man on the other end, Zhuge brought his face closer to the High Priest of Drow, believing that at an extremely close distance, a simple hood would not be able to block his appearance and expression anyway.

After seeing the other party's reaction, the black-haired man was relieved. He put up his signboard evil smile again, approached the other party's ear a little frivolously, and said softly while snorting slightly: "Since Goddess Rose attaches so much importance to it, it is inevitable that your arrangements are also very cautious. ”

"Otherwise, it might be some other family that gets me. Zhuge pretended to turn his head to look around, then deliberately placed his gaze on the bare chest of High Priest Sehiris, and continued to say with a mean expression, "What will happen if the mission fails?"

With that, he unilaterally closed the subject, leaving some room for high priest Cecillis to think, believing that some words, if they coincided with some of the facts, were likely to plant a seed in the hearts of the other people.

The black-haired man turned his head and began to pay attention to the movements in the arena, perhaps some of the guys who appeared in the arena were probably the enemies he was about to face.

Know yourself and know your opponent, and you will not be defeated in a hundred battles.

......

Recognized as the strongest in the Gurola Underground, the Martial Master of Zorn was constantly retreating from his position, and his opponents pressed on until he forced the Martial Master back to the edge of one of the large pillars in the square.

The situation is not optimistic, and in the eyes of the black-haired man, the martial arts chief named Zorn is facing more like an inhuman existence, and it is not just a single digit. Spider legs grow on the lower part of their body, and the upper part of their body becomes swollen and unrecognizable, but the black pointed ears that extend from the door of their head seem to clearly indicate who they once were.

The black-haired man groaned, but he heard the slightly Suren accent next to him: "These are the Vault Dweller. ”

"Vault Dweller?" Zhuge repeated silently, judging from the name, it is indeed easy for people to understand the truth, but what kind of experience did these "Vault Dwellers" encounter to become the terrifying appearance they are now?

As if hearing the man's heart, Cehilis was about to continue explaining, but the other side was not willing to be lonely, and tried to bring the topic into his rhythm.

"These twisted things are actually arachnid drows, but they're all losers. ”

The black-haired man silently watched the movements of the two sides in the square, and the arachnoid drow elves, as if they had formed some kind of tacit understanding while pursuing, they distinguished their paths, centered on the pillar where Zorn's martial arts chief was, and surrounded the back road that outflanked him.

"Losers can't counterattack, right?" Zhuge stared at the "Vault Dweller" who had begun to move slowly, keeping a certain distance between them and Zorn, and they moved cautiously, as the diameter of the circle became smaller and smaller, and the combination of protection they had built became tighter and tighter. He sighed and said with some concern, "Captain Zoon's martial arts doesn't look good right now. ”

"He's not going to lose. High Priest Drow was convinced, and in her eyes, the tall man with a solemn expression in the square seemed like a god of war, undefeatable.

As if affirming the topic of Sehiris, Serafi also added: "Zorn is the most powerful martial arts master of Gullora, unsurpassed, of course, I am the only one who can defeat him in the future!"

Zhuge noticed that the other party's eyes had been staring at the girl on the gimbal.

"So, until I beat him, he won't lose. ”

"My father has always used facts to prove that he is strong. For some reason, the word "paternal" lingered in the brunette man's mind.

"Well, there's no denying that's true, but I'm still young. Serafi forcibly added.

Regarding the feud between the two, the black-haired man did not have the slightest interest. But the predatory gaze from the male Zhuoer at the girl made Zhuge deeply disgusted.

But now is not the time to attack.

"Why are they losers about what was said earlier?"

"You mean the arachnoid drows?"

The disdainful tone seemed to be one of these drow labels, and the black-haired man didn't know what was there that deserved their respect.

"All promising drows who reach a certain level of ability are required to participate in trials, and only those who succeed in the trials are eligible to survive in the world of drow elves. ”

The black-haired man tilted his head and glanced at Serafi, "You too?"

"Of course, there's no doubt about it. Then the male Drow turned his gaze to Zhuge and tried to verbally smash the other party's confidence, "A lowly people like you are not qualified to participate in the trials designated by the goddess Rose at all, they are just some fleshy goods. ”

"Do you think a guy like you is worthy of being so close to Sehiris? I'll give you advice, or behave to be good for me now, and I'll leave you a whole corpse in a moment, so that you can die a better death. Otherwise......"

The black-haired man was indifferent to someone's threat, he focused on the actions of the strongest martial artist, while smiling perfunctorily in his mouth: "It's all an ending anyway, there is no suspense." Since you don't have a choice, you can do whatever you like. ”

"You...... Look for death!"

"Cersylis. Ignoring the anger of some people, he quietly asked the drow woman next to him with her arm around him, and asked, "Zorn is the strongest?"

"Well, yes, what's wrong?" asked High Priest Drow.

"It's fine. Zhuge grinned and said with a sneer.